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Prologue

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Meghan

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When it rains, it pours. That’s the story of my life.

I’m not made for cupcakes and sunshine, but damnit, I’m tired of grey skies and stormy seas.

I’ve hidden my thoughts and feelings for long enough.

Why?

Dyed hair, thick makeup, and black clothes from Hot Topic only cover the outside, not the pain lurking beneath the surface.

What’s the point?

If I try to hold back any longer, I’m going to burst. Who knows who will explode with me, because, I won’t go down alone.

I’m tired of sitting on my couch, dreaming that maybe one day people will take me as I am.

Until that day, I’ve got to find happiness on my own.

Without him.

Without my mother.

It’s my life. I’ve waited too long to live it.

No more tears of heartache. No more sleepless nights. No more waiting for death to consume me.

Bring on the smell of battle! Come on Georgia heat, give me your best shot.

I won’t lose without a fight.